NAME | Maxwell Nappy
LOCA | Bright Annex; outside a drug house.
ACTN | Fleeing.
INVT | 'Pocket' knife, large enough to strike fear before the first stab. Generic pistol.
OBJV | Burn the house down.
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Bullets slammed into the table, and several actually pierced it. One got me in the arm, which wasn't pleasant. I popped out from behind the table and took aim. One shot, two shot, double kill. These fools were easier to kill than I thought. The remaining few ran upstairs while firing a few more shots, probably out of fear, which gave me the perfect opening. I threw more flammable objects, drugs, and hot things into the growing fire. The fire spread to the wooden supports. Perfect. I ran upstairs, a huge cloud of smoke following me up. The guards couldn't get a shot off before I was out the back door with all the druggies in the way. I sprinted across the yard and hopped the fence, hoping I'd get to watch a house burn down shortly. As I waited, I checked my burns and my wound.